We had two - our first was my first dog. Rebel. He was like the one pictured - he had the ticking and the saddle. I loved him so much.

He had to be put down. I cried so hard. I was only a little girl.

I used to sing songs to him, which probably made the poor dog long for death. But he was a good dog. He was gentle and he loved lunch meat, which I used to sneak out of my mom's refrigerator to give to him. He liked cheese, too.

And tennis balls.

Our second dog was Baron - he was dark brown with white paws and a slobbery tennis ball.

Some day I will write about my father. Though in a way, every time I write anything about men, a little bit of it is about him. Every woman's first love is her father. That is how you learn what love and trust is all about.

Because of my father, I expect all men to be honorable and strong and good. And kind. Above all, kind :)

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